In order to avoid making unnecessary noises, Song Zehan directly gave the servants a temporary leave, and sent a message to Xiao Xing, not allowing him to make any sound.

Only then did it go back to the master bedroom.

He pushed the door open with a very soft movement, and when he saw the bulging hillbag on the bed, a helpless sigh overflowed from his throat.

He walked to the bedside, observed the shape of the mountain bag, and directly hugged the person with the quilt in his arms.

A few seconds later, a familiar little head emerged from the opening in the quilt, flattening its mouth and staring at him.

The aggrieved look seemed to accuse him of how heinous it was to leave her alone in the room just now.

Song Zehan's heart was about to be melted by her, and he couldn't help lowering his head, his thin lips approached her forehead little by little, and finally mixed with hot breath, he dropped a deep kiss.

It is comfort, but also pity.

This kiss was too hot for Ruan Shiyan at this time.

It was so hot that she had the illusion that the skin that had been kissed by Song Zehan was about to burn.

But it's no wonder she's not.

When Song Zehan pushed the door in, she had already faintly smelled the smell of ambergris mixed with male hormones on his body.

As soon as he got closer, even if she hugged herself through the quilt, she still had a feeling that she was completely wrapped in him.

It is down-to-earth, but also exciting.

One thing to say, in this case, what she wants to do most is to fight back and take this steadfastness and heartbeat for herself.

"Brother, you smell so good......" Ruan Shiyan had a red little face, and with the courage to come from nowhere, she said her true thoughts unscrupulously, "I like it so much." ”

Her voice was still soft, but by the time they passed through his eardrums and landed on his heart, every word weighed heavily.

But - is this the sense of smell becoming more sensitive?

Song Zehan had mixed feelings.

He enjoys her dependence and coquettishness, but he also knows that there is a difference between her status as a sister in this state and her sister on weekdays.

It is estimated to be the effect of the efficacy of the drug.

Although it was not a hallucination, it also made her less rational.

God knows how much he wants to take advantage of this opportunity to bully her well.

After all, by substituting amplified pleasure for the stimulation of other senses, at least she was enjoying the pleasure.

But if she hadn't forgotten these things when she woke up tomorrow, then there really wouldn't be any room for manoeuvre in her identity.

Just when Song Zehan was still contradictory, Ruan Shiyan in the quilt suddenly sat up straight, stretched out his arm, and hugged his neck.

The moment their eyes met, he clearly saw the longing that flickered in those clear eyes.

"I ...... My hands hurt...... Would you like to kiss me? It doesn't hurt to kiss you......"

At this time, where did Ruan Shiyan still have any sense and shame.

She only knew that when she was kissed by Song Zehan just now, her attention would be taken away by him, and she couldn't feel the pain in her wrists and cheeks.

Since there is a way to alleviate it, of course she will not let it go.

Others, let's talk about it.

There are many thoughts, but only for a moment.

Although Ruan Shiyan was still waiting for an answer on the surface, in fact, the moment the words fell, she had already taken the initiative to send her lips over.

Kiss, as scheduled.

For a moment, everything in the world seemed to be eclipsed.

All that was left was the drum of heart beating again and again against her eardrums, her heart and her soul.